Chapter Seventy-Two
Many years later, Denis screamed in the night and fell out of bed. Alarmed, his wife woke up and asked what was wrong. Lying on the floor of their bedroom, Denis groaned, a sound that touched her heart. He had uttered the same sound years ago when he told her the truth about his past, his anger and his fear for the world, his love for her.
“Darling… are you hurt?”
She heard his laborious breathing. He got up and crawled back into bed. She stroked his hair.
“I dreamed about the drummer,” he whispered, and for a while she flickered between reality and dream, wondering about what he had said. Then the memory came to her. Her eyes opened wide.
“First, I heard a faint drumming that seemed to call me but simultaneously moved away from me. Then the drummer stood in front
